Chapter 39 - Wingclaw

The young harpy resisted the goblins with every ounce of her strength. She screamed, let out her vibratone, and clicked her syrinx in her neck multiple times to call help from her harpy sisters nearby.She started to tire, dreading the fate that awaited her if she were to succumb - violated and killed out of spite. Her vision began to blur as fatigue settled in - when all seemed lost and there was no hope left... suddenly, a loud avian screech ripped through the sky, causing the young harpy and the goblins to look up in alarm.A massive shadow loomed over them as a muscular and imposing harpy flew before them. With her broad wingspan, ruthless expression, and powerful presence, she commanded attention and respect.It was Wingclaw, the second-in-command of her harpiries. The muscular harpy circled around, disappearing into the thick mist that enveloped the area.She Built up her speed and she swooped down with incredible force, and..*Blam!The muscular harpy collided with the hobgoblin, sending him crashing into a nearby wooden shack. The impact was so powerful that the beams and planks of the shack splintered and broke under the force of their clash.A brutal fight ensued, the harpy and the hobgoblin unleashed their fury upon each other. They slammed into the wooden walls, their bodies colliding with bone-crushing force. The sound of splintering wood filled the air as the shack groaned under the strain of their battle.They fought tooth and claws until both were exhausted and struggling to stand, the strong harpy knew her chances were slim in such a confined space. The hobgoblin had no club for protection. They stood face to face, ready to fight as equals.The two foes wasted no time, both lurching toward each other with fierce intensity. The harpy lunged forward first, her talons clawing at the hobgoblin's shoulder as her alula claws ripped at its face. He retaliated swiftly and brutally, a flurry of powerful punches and kicks that forced the harpy back. But she was not so easily deterred; she leaped into the air with a screech, her wings beating furiously as she zeroed in on her foe.She grabbed onto the hobgoblin's shoulder. her talons sinking deep to secure her grip on the foe. The hobgoblin screamed in pain.With a burst of strength, the muscular harpy propelled herself upward, carrying the hobgoblin with her. As they ascended higher into the air, the harpy seized the opportunity and released her grip on the hobgoblin. The helpless creature plummeted from the great altitude, hurtling towards a pole that stood ominously below.In a gruesome spectacle, the hobgoblin was impaled through the stomach by the pole upon impact. The force of the fall and the sharpness of the pole left the hobgoblin incapacitated, writhing in pain as blood spilled from the wound.The young harpy and the youngling watched in awe and horror as the brutal fight came to a devastating conclusion. The power and ferocity displayed by the muscular harpy left an indelible impression on their minds, a reminder of the harsh realities of their world.As the dust settled and the echoes of the battle faded, the young harpy and the youngling stood in the aftermath, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and admiration. They understood that survival in their world required strength and resilience, and they were reminded of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.The rest of the goblins had fled, unlikely to return any time soon. Especially when they saw their sole champion the hobgoblin die horribly in front of their own eyes, that's how they are.The muscular harpy landed before the young harpy. This muscular harpy stood tall and bigger than the youngling's harpy mom. She has huge scars etched diagonally on her chest to her belly.The youngling saw both harpies conversing in their own tongue.The harpy language is a unique and fascinating form of communication. It sounds like rhythmic knocking on doors, with each word having a distinct pattern and rhythm. Despite its simplicity, the language holds great meaning and emotion for the harpies. They have only a few words in their dictionary, but each word carries a wealth of significance.When they speak, it's as if they are tapping out a secret code, a language only they can fully understand. The cadence of their speech varies from one harpy to another, adding a touch of individuality to their conversations. Their language is efficient, conveying messages in just a few beats, yet it is filled with nuances and inflections that convey a wide range of emotions.To outsiders, the harpy language may sound like mere tapping or knocking, but to those who take the time to listen and learn, it reveals a world of ancient wisdom, profound emotions, and a sense of unity among the harpy community. It is a language that connects them to their heritage and strengthens the bonds between them, creating a harmonious symphony of sounds in the skies above.The muscular harpy's worry grew with each passing day as the young harpy remained absent from their nest. Fears of abduction by humans plagued her thoughts, knowing all too well the dangers that lurked beyond their sanctuary. She couldn't bear the thought of another harpy being captured by the humans, adding to the growing list of those lost.With a heavy heart, the muscular harpy urged the young harpy to return to their nest. The queen harpy herself was concerned, her maternal instincts driving her to protect her flock. But as the young harpy looked towards the youngling wyvern, who had latched onto her leg, it became clear that she couldn't leave him behind.Understanding the young harpy's predicament, the muscular harpy's expression softened. She knew that their queen would not allow the youngling wyvern in their nest, for their kind had long been at odds with the wyverns. With a leap, the muscular harpy floated a spear's length away from the young harpy and the youngling, a bittersweet farewell in her eyes.She bid the young harpy farewell, advising her not to venture too far from the nest. With a powerful beat of her wings, the muscular harpy took off into the sky, circling around the seaport before leaving the place to ensure no goblins lingered in the shadows.After the muscular harpy disappeared from sight, the youngling climbed into the young harpy's embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance. He couldn't bear the thought of being left alone, especially by the young harpy whom he considered his surrogate mother.The young harpy held the youngling close, her wings enveloping him in a warm embrace. She understood the youngling's fears and anxieties, knowing all too well the pain of loss and abandonment. She had taken the youngling under her wing, nurturing him and guiding him on his journey of growth and discovery.With a gentle touch and soothing voice, the young harpy comforted the youngling, reminding him that they were not alone in the world. They had each other, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.The youngling felt a sense of peace and security in the young harpy's embrace, his fears and anxieties slowly dissipating. He knew that he could trust the young harpy, that she would always be there for him, no matter what.⁕⁕⁕